tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961Tue, 06 Mar 2018 18:56:47 +0000St Bernardcute doglarge breed dogpuppyKirbySt. Bernardcatcutedog parkPetsmartSaint Bernardattentionbig dogdogdog breeddroolfunny dogkidney beanskittylarge dogmudpetprocrastinationslobber bombDivine Droolhttp://divinedrool.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)Blogger27125DivineDroolhttps://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-3773106437738391203Fri, 30 Jul 2010 02:28:00 +00002010-07-29T21:28:47.519-05:00Itchy, nekkid girlIn the interest of keeping Miss Kirby cool in the summer, we decided to shave her. &nbsp;I know, I know, I know...but she gave herself a hot spot while fussing over an itchy place and we made the decision to shave her in an attempt to keep the itchies under control. &nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>So...behold...here is our newly nekkid superstar modeling her new bandana from the groomers. &nbsp;LOL</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/TFI4KXrpBkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mQ19wyzO3P4/s1600/DSC00631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/TFI4KXrpBkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mQ19wyzO3P4/s400/DSC00631.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll tell you what: &nbsp;she looks very slim and trim without all that fur! &nbsp;There is not an ounce of fat on this girl. &nbsp;LOL. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The downside: &nbsp;during the summer, Kirby usually comes to bed with us for about 10 minutes of snuggles...then she gets too hot and retreats to the tile floor in the master bathroom, where she can alternate between snoozing and watching over us. &nbsp;Now? &nbsp;She doesn't get overheated! &nbsp;So she is snuggled up tight right between us all...night...long. &nbsp;And this girl is a cover stealer. &nbsp;I can't tell you how many times I've woken up at 2 am with freezing cold legs because she managed to wiggle them away from me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I guess she figures if I stole her fur, she'll steal my covers. &nbsp;Pffft.</div><div><br /></div><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/BoVnlctkWGk/happy-birthday-kirby-sue.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-kirby-sue.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-2675446558331297523Thu, 22 Apr 2010 23:46:00 +00002010-04-22T18:48:31.742-05:00Kirby Sue...diet doctorI have been remiss about updating everyone on the latest and greatest in the land of drool (aka MY house). The family has been through a few rollercoaster bumps lately, including the fact that I don't have a job anymore...but we're doing okay and are still better off than many others in these trying times.<br /><br />I decided to get healthier since I have all this time on my hands...so I am eating less and moving more. It seems that Miss Kirby is in agreement with my decision and is determined to do whatever she can in order to help me to my goal.<br /><br />Just this morning, I made myself a very healthy breakfast. I decided to eat upstairs in our home office and catch up on emails and bills at the same time. <br /><br />Kirby sat in the kitchen as I prepared my tasty breakfast, patiently observing my every move. Obviously, this was not in the hopes that I would drop a piece of turkey bacon or accidentally throw a piece of whole grain toast her way. My 110 pound wonder puppy would NEVER think with her stomach like that! No, I am certain that she was diligently observing my efforts to ensure that I was sticking with my plan. I thought that was where her dedication ended, but I was sorely mistaken.<br /><br />As I walked upstairs with my plate in hand, she was right there beside me. No, she didn't tip the plate or sneak food from it with her enormous tongue. She knows better than to do something like that. However...as we walked upstairs together, every time she pushed herself up another step...she farted. The kind of tight, squeaky farts that bring to mind an old lady in too tight pantyhose. You know what I mean.<br /><br />Step. Fart. Step. Fart. Step. Faaart.<br /><br />By the time we reached the top of the stairs, I was struggling to hold on to the plate and not buckle over in hysterics. She is the first dog I've ever had who is completely unaware of her own gastrointestinal pyrotechnics. It was hysterical and gross all at the same time.<br /><br />I realized...how wonderful is this dog to sacrifice her desire to steal my bacon in order to launch strategically placed farts that will, no doubt, repulse me into not wanting to eat my breakfast? Pretty dang wonderful, I'd say. That's our Kirby: always thinking of others. :-)<br /><br /><br />** if you're interested in checking out my own personal Battle of the Butt, you're welcome to visit anytime...click here: <a href="http://battleofthebutt.blogspot.com">Battle of the Butt</a><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/Rm6lnMD2kSo/eukenuba-dog-show-on-tv-today.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2010/02/eukenuba-dog-show-on-tv-today.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-2185669787588957729Sun, 21 Feb 2010 01:06:00 +00002010-02-20T19:12:34.460-06:00SNOW!This post is shamefully overdue. There are times when I get the wind knocked out of me in my personal life...but those are the times when I should remember to always give credit to those who bring me joy. And Miss Kirby is definitely one such person. A fur person, but a person nonetheless. <br /><br />Last week we had record snowfall here in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area...and there was a certain Saint Bernard who was completely in her element. She ran, she played, she leaped for joy. She dashed around and sprayed snow everywhere. :-) It was a lot of fun to watch.<br /><br />These pictures were taken in our backyard in Arlington, Texas...although you'd never know, would you? It could be Alaska...look at all that beautiful snow!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/S4CIR2oY3rI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SS-YGqUVqXM/s1600-h/Kirby+011110+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/S4CIR2oY3rI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SS-YGqUVqXM/s400/Kirby+011110+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440498190167629490" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/S4CIcjKEYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zcb0DR36juc/s1600-h/Kirby+011110+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/S4CIcjKEYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zcb0DR36juc/s400/Kirby+011110+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440498373918744594" /></a><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/FQXm1NJnrA8/snow.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-8713789949358985298Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:43:00 +00002009-12-13T18:51:47.519-06:00Ho Ho Ho!This blog has been shamefully left alone for too long. I apologize to anyone still checking it and will try my best not to let it happen again. I still get tons of inquiries as to how our large and in charge "mahogany flash" is doing. LOL.<br /><br />Kirby is fine as always and is, in every sense of the word, sheer JOY itself. There is nothing that does not delight her big love-filled heart.<br /><br />Today I am smiling especially wide because we took her to Petsmart to see Santa for the second time in her young life. Last year she was just 6 months old and already too big for Santa's lap. He had to get on the floor with her...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/SyWLO2ZZtCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RLTpSrJ0O5E/s1600-h/Kirby+and+Santa+2008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/SyWLO2ZZtCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RLTpSrJ0O5E/s400/Kirby+and+Santa+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414887214219375650" /></a><br /><br />So today we took her back to Petsmart and Santa REMEMBERED her from last year. Everyone, as always, was overjoyed to see her. We love our local Petsmart.<br /><br />Anyway, as we were posing her I realized...hmm...same Santa Claus, but...does he look a little SMALLER? Or is Kirby really that much bigger? LOL.<br /><br />Yeah...she's THAT much bigger. Here is our Christmas baby:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/SyWL0zTjhaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PQQyQV7QhEo/s1600-h/Kirby+and+Santa+2009655.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/SyWL0zTjhaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PQQyQV7QhEo/s400/Kirby+and+Santa+2009655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414887866224575906" /></a><br /><br />There is nothing Christmasy about joy and love when you experience it all year round with a dog like this in your life. Look at that smile. :-) <br /><br />Merry Christmas, everyone!<div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/FiISVPA17KA/ho-ho-ho.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-3010152833671528031Sat, 25 Jul 2009 23:51:00 +00002010-06-29T17:07:32.239-05:00Best Friends, for sureWe had a bit of a scare last week: Hemi, our littlest kitty and Kirby's best pal, was panting uncontrollably for no apparent reason. I called the vet and they wanted me to rush her in, so we tucked her in the cat carrier and whisked her away. <br /><br />It turns out it was nothing. They checked her for tumors, took her temperature, and x-rayed her to be safe. Nothing wrong with her. The assumption is that she got a hold of something that bit her...like a bug, which is totally like Hemi because she's my little bug hunter. <br /><br />When I brought her back home, Kevin informed me that Kirby was an absolute mess while we were gone. She cried...she paced...she wanted to know what was wrong with her little buddy. <br /><br />This friendship is absolutely adorable to me. Hemi was a whopping 6 pounds when we brought Kirby home. Thanks to lots of laying around in the sun on the window sills, Hemi weighed in at 10 pounds at the vet's office. But she's still a very tiny kitty...with a big round belly. If only there were cat sized treadmills.<br /><br />When I pulled up in the driveway with Hemi in the car, Kirby was looking out the window at me with a decidedly upset expression on her furry face. I brought the cat carrier in the house, laid it down, and unzipped the front to let a very indignant Hemi out of her prison. She sprung out of it, meowing incessantly, and ran forward a few steps. Then she heard Kirby whine a little and she turned...and walked right up to Kirby and rubbed her head under Kirby's chin. "Hello, friend...I'm back. Thanks for worrying about me."<br /><br />Kirby towers over little Hemi. Hemi, with her tail sticking straight up, can walk under Kirby and not touch the top of her tail to Kirby's tummy. But when she wants to express her love for her giant friend, Hemi stands up on her hind legs and rubs her little head under Kirby's chin. And we can always tell when she's done it...because her head is usually wet with drool. LOL.<br /><br />These two sleep near each other, they look out for each other, and they even play together. They are true pals...and I think our little scare brought them even closer together. Today Kirby had a bit of an upset tummy and got sick (I won't elaborate, as it's gross). Hemi followed Kirby around, chirping like a little worried bird, fretting over why Kirby wasn't well. Once Kirby felt better and laid down, Hemi took up watch on the ottoman where she had a good view of her friend. Then they both fell asleep and I sat in the chair, grinning at them both like the big sucker that I am.<br /><br />Pals.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/TCpuhFq3WcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S5WBigwVC5Y/s1600/Kirby+and+Hemi+-+June+2009+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/TCpuhFq3WcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/S5WBigwVC5Y/s400/Kirby+and+Hemi+-+June+2009+006.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/o2O69t3Q5VY/best-friends-for-sure.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-friends-for-sure.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-2803979581283362652Sat, 27 Jun 2009 20:10:00 +00002010-06-26T09:45:33.854-05:00Happy Birthday, Kirby Sue!!!!Hey everyone!<br /><br />Kirby officially turned one year old on Friday. We had a little party for her and she REALLY enjoyed herself. Let's just say she had a full belly and had fun with her toys. LOL.<br /><br />** (No, she did NOT eat all the peanut butter on the plate. She licked a little off Kev's fingers and I told him to put the plate up. She gets a little frozen peanut butter once in a while as a special treat.)<br /><br />Here is the highlight video: <a href="http://www.toidy.com/video/kirby1.wmv">CLICK HERE</a><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/rBM6ID6hfog/happy-birthday-kirby-sue.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-kirby-sue.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-1977080167466630487Wed, 10 Jun 2009 13:34:00 +00002009-06-10T08:41:22.160-05:00Joy, joy, joy!It's 8:30 am and I've just dropped Kirby off at Doggie Day Camp at Petsmart. The Texas summer weather is now officially too much for Miss Kirby. It is too hot for our baby to play outside anymore, so I took her for some air conditioned play time at Petsmart. They put all the big doggies in a room together with an attendant and let 'em go crazy. She will LOVE that.<br /><br />This is her first time at Doggie Day Camp and the Petsmart staff had to evaluate her to make sure she's social. (snicker!) This is the most social dog I've ever seen in my lifetime. LOL. She passed with flying colors, of course. The girls at the front counter jokingly told her "Kirby, I think you need to be more social..." <br /><br />Now that I'm home without her, the cats are looking at me as if to say "Where's our dog?" Well, Hemi and Caesar look like they're asking that. Sarah looks as if she's saying "GOOD! You finally got rid of the 100 pound drool machine!" Sarah has never liked doggies...she only tolerates them.<br /><br />Since it's her first time at Doggie Day Camp, I'm going to go back at 10:30 am to pick her up. That way the car won't be super hot when she gets in it. And she'll be tuckered out for sure. LOL.<br /><br />When they came around the counter to get her, she didn't even look back at me. She was so excited to be somewhere she just went along with them. What a little boob. "Mommy? Who's Mommy?? Let's GO!"<br /><br />What a weenie. :-)<div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/v8DL03HZbxM/sleeping-dogs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-dogs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-1719527685385272682Sat, 23 May 2009 16:54:00 +00002009-05-23T12:03:20.558-05:00BouncingI have been remiss in keeping up the Kirby blog. I've been looking for jobs, going on interviews, and trying to avoid financial destruction. LOL. We're doing okay right now, so I have a minute to write.<br /><br />I was home alone the other day and let Kirby out in the backyard for a while, as I often do. She usually walks along the fence line first and sniffs the permimeter of the yard...then disappears to smell every blade of grass. LOL. So I was doing dishes in the kitchen and turned around to see this flash of mahogany and white fur FLY by the sliding door. LOL. I stood there a minute and she came back the other way. She was BOUNCING. I've never seen anything like it...it was nothing but pure JOY. She was bouncing around the yard, running one way and then the other...with a giant fire log in her mouth. LOL.<br /><br />We have a woodpile in the backyard, of course, because we have cold winters and enjoy having a fire in the fireplace. Kirby imagines that the woodpile is actually her toy bin. While smaller doggies have to limit themselves to play with tiny sticks, our gentle giant knows no boundaries. Stick? pffft! A firelog is her fetch toy. LOL. She goes over to that pile and sniffs them all out like she's shoe shopping at Macy's. Then she picks her favorite and starts bouncing.<br /><br />I smile ear to ear everytime she does it. I stop what I'm doing and I just watch her. It's the best description of pure joy I can think of. That's our Kirby...the joyous one.<div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/cYaIHg-Sfy4/worried-about-kirby.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/04/worried-about-kirby.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-9076498792078246994Sun, 12 Apr 2009 01:28:00 +00002009-04-11T20:35:11.017-05:00Floppy Hoppy Easter!!!Blue paws and all, Miss Kirby went to see the Easter Bunny today at our local animal shelter. She was very happy to meet him...and very happy to receive all the treats he had as well. LOL<br /><br />From Kirby, the cats, Kevin and me...we hope y'all have a wonderful, safe, and happy Easter holiday!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/SeFEMw3Y3YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CqePAItPY6g/s1600-h/Kirby+and+the+Easter+Bunny+2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/SeFEMw3Y3YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CqePAItPY6g/s400/Kirby+and+the+Easter+Bunny+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323611220594974082" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=3J1j*6rCXdQ&offerid=170445.10000102&type=4&subid=0"><IMG alt="PetSmart" border="0" src="http://affiliates.petsmart.com/images/banners/120108/120x60.gif"></a><IMG border="0" width="1" height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=3J1j*6rCXdQ&bids=170445.10000102&type=4&subid=0"><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/_TxYFeHeVVo/grandmas-coming-for-visit.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandmas-coming-for-visit.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-4508695867267646607Fri, 03 Apr 2009 01:23:00 +00002009-04-03T19:18:29.078-05:00big dogcute dogfunny doglarge breed dogSaint BernardSt. BernardCelebrity happens in the oddest placesHubby warned me that our little bean killer would be nuts when I got home today. He didn't have the time to take Kirby to the dog park today...so she was saving all that pent up puppy energy just for me. :-) I got home and, sure enough, I couldn't even look through my mail. First she brought me the giant tennis ball, then she brought me the pink tug 'o war rings, then she brought me the floppy cow. The message was clear: I require entertainment. NOW!!! LOL<br /><br />Kirby hasn't quite yet mastered the game of fetch. She's got the part down where she chases the ball, but she thinks it's much more fun to run right up to you like she's bringing it back and then VROOM! Drive by! She runs right by you with the ball in her mouth. So, try as I did, I could not play a productive game of fetch with this girl...because she was too excited to drop it. It was still light outside, so I took her to the dog park.<br /><br />She romped and played with the few dogs who were there and had a great workout, as always. She met many humans who were so happy to meet her they didn't care that they'd just been drooled on. When we left a half hour later, we were both hungry...so I thought...Sonic?<br /><br />Kirby's first exposure to Sonic was the night she graduated from puppy school at Petsmart. As a reward for her graduation, Kevin and I took her to Sonic and got her a hamburger (without all the dressing and goo, of course). She LOVED it. Since then, it's something we do for her occasionally as a "good girl treat". <br /><br />We hadn't been for a while, so I took her...and she was so amped up from the dog park that she would park at each of the little car hop girls as they went by. It was as if she was saying "Burger! NOW!!!" LOL They would all smile and wave at her and I would smile apologetically. Finally, it was our turn and we got our burgers. The little 90 pound high school girl who was our car hop looked absolutely blown away at this extremely large cow in my back seat. (The back seat of my COMPACT car, no less.)<br /><br />The girl smiled and told me what a cute dog I have and I thanked her...and explained that she's still a PUPPY. LOL. That's when all the questions started. At this point, Kirby could smell the burgers in the bag I'd just been handed...and drool was pouring out of her mouth and onto my shoulder. It's a...well, it's an unpleasant experience but sometimes it's worth going through to see the shock on people's faces.<br /><br />I asked her for a child sized cup of water and she went in to get it. When she came back out, she was leading a parade of Sonic employees...all with astonished smiles on their faces as they waved at Kirby through the windshield. Kirby looked like she was going to start eating my seats.<br /><br />I gave her some water, half of which ended up on me, and took the burger out of the bag. She was 110% focused on that burger in my hand. I held it up so the Sonic employees could see it and then I held it juuuuust back enough so that Kirby understood it was ok to grab it. <br /><br />FLOOF! Gone. She opened her mouth to take it and the entire burger disappeared in her mouth. She laid down on the back seat and started chewing happily. The astonished group of Sonic employees actually burst into applause. LOL<br /><br />A few more questions to answer and I was on my way. I hadn't even pulled out of the parking lot yet and Kirby was already done with her burger. A very loud, very wet, rolling belch emanated from the back seat. That's Kirby talk for "That was GOOOOOOD!"<br /><br />So Kirby has yet another fan club. Her extended family at Petsmart, all her pals at the dog park, people on the dang HIGHWAY...and now...the employees at our local Sonic. And Miss Kirby loves them right back. Especially their plain and dry Sonic burgers.<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.anrdoezrs.net/aq115cA6wy-296z-CLPTNMPOT?target=_top&mouseover=Y"></script><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/_sLm9rEdeiA/celebrity-happens-in-oddest-places.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/04/celebrity-happens-in-oddest-places.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-7354071898355065393Mon, 30 Mar 2009 02:09:00 +00002009-03-29T21:35:42.118-05:00I have a new wellness commandoI have been so completely busy for the last several days that not only have I not had time to write on any of my blogs, but I've not even had time to relax. Apparently Kirby put the word out that an intervention was needed. Reinforcements were called in.<br /><br />This afternoon my husband and I were so tired that we fell asleep on the couch. Unfortunately, he had to get up and go to work...leaving me behind in a vulnerable heap. I kept going through all my mental lists of things I have to do and was quickly feeling overwhelmed.<br /><br />Commander Kirby immediately began strategic maneuvers. She got into position on the couch next to me. At her current size, that basically means that she took up our entire full size couch and still had to put her head in my lap. Her big, floppy, warm head. It was tranquilizing. And then...reinforcements arrived. Corporal Caesar the cat appeared. He enjoys sleeping in the little man fort he's created for himself in my closet, so when he pokes his handsome orange head out I pay attention. He wasted no time jumping onto the couch and then climbing up onto my chest. He weighs 17 pounds. No way was I getting up with Caesar parked on my chest. Kirby let out a long, peaceful sigh as if to say "Mission Accomplished."<br /><br />When I woke up an hour later, I was covered in orange cat fur and there was still a giant dog head in my lap. But I felt better...refreshed, even. And I usually hate naps. But Miss Kirby knew better than me today and I can't help but be grateful to my new "wellness commando" and her furry co-conspirator. There seems to be no limit to what this girl can do.<div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/EgOJEqgo0ko/i-have-new-wellness-coach.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-new-wellness-coach.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-1382910576123851781Thu, 26 Mar 2009 02:25:00 +00002010-06-29T18:00:08.941-05:00Watercolor KirbyAs I mentioned in my euphoria this morning, my cousin Nancy Colby is a brilliant watercolor artist. Every time I see one of her paintings, I am in awe at how she can take a blank canvas and turn it into...beauty!<br /><br />Over the years, she has immortalized Kirby's "brother", Caesar the cat...Kirby's belligerent "sister", Sarah the cat...and our beloved kitty, Squeak, who went off to Rainbow Bridge long before she could ever meet the famous Kirby. Rest assured, however...Squeak would not have liked our big hairy drool factory very much.<br /><br />Not only is Nancy incredibly gifted, she also works as a volunteer with a local animal rescue group near her home in Florida. Animal rescue is something that's very near and dear to many of us. Fur persons can't do much to stick up for themselves when they're being abused or neglected...and anyone who does something to help them is a-okay in my book. Kirby and the kitties would agree.<br /><br />Nancy does work for EARS. You can visit their site here: www.ears4life.com<br /><br />I'll show you some of the incredible work she's done on Kirby's "brother and sisters" if you indulge me for a few minutes.<br /><br />First was Caesar. We call him the Crabby Tabby. He's quite the boy. Handsome, manly, but with pink cuddly toes and a super sweet disposition ONLY for his momma. One day I caught Caesar sleeping in his window seat in our apartment in Orange County, California:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/Scr179K-RzI/AAAAAAAAADA/X23iX4T4lQ0/s1600-h/fur+persons+029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332720445966130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/Scr179K-RzI/AAAAAAAAADA/X23iX4T4lQ0/s320/fur+persons+029.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />And here is Caesar checking out the painted version, which Nancy gave us as a wedding gift:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/Scr3Y9sEodI/AAAAAAAAADI/pRYzJeXugJQ/s1600-h/stuff+634.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334318312628690" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/Scr3Y9sEodI/AAAAAAAAADI/pRYzJeXugJQ/s320/stuff+634.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />There is a charity art auction coming up and she has painted Kirby for it. Kirby's painting will be judged in a competition first...and then the auction will begin. I can't wait to hear about the reaction it gets.<br /><br />Nancy's husband, Bob, is quite a sweet man and he has a very creative side as well. Nancy lets Bob name all of her paintings when they're done. I am about to present to you the painting entitled "Someone day dinner?"<br /><br />Here is the picture of Kirby that I feature in a previous blog:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/ScrvSevNj2I/AAAAAAAAACw/diJIe3GXpiQ/s1600-h/Kirby+close+up.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317325410832060258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/ScrvSevNj2I/AAAAAAAAACw/diJIe3GXpiQ/s320/Kirby+close+up.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 254px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br /><br />And this, ladies and gentleman, is "Someone say Dinner?" by Nancy Colby:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/Scrw7DtNpBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DhWWYqBul4c/s1600-h/Someone+Say+Dinner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317327207462183954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPtoaX5Gas8/Scrw7DtNpBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DhWWYqBul4c/s320/Someone+Say+Dinner.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 231px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />There just aren't words for how proud I am to have an artist for a cousin. She's fan-freak'in-tastic! I can't wait to get a print of this.<br /><br />In the meantime, if you'd like to see more of Nancy's amazing work please visit her website here: <a href="http://catsbycolby.com/">Watercolors by Colby</a><br /><br />You can also make a donation to EARS by clicking <a href="http://www.ears4life.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=138&amp;Itemid=69">HERE</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Kirby doesn't have her own charitable site yet...but if she keeps averaging 55 pounds of food every 3 weeks, we may have to. :-) I'm just joking!!!! I'm not gonna be ask'in anybody for money. We can take care of our big eater just fine. LOL<br /><br />I can't wait to hear what y'all think of this painting, so make sure you leave a comment!<br /><br />Also, I have placed a "Cats by Colby" button in the sidebar on the right. It will remain there permanently. If you ever want to immortalize one of your pets, I highly recommend that you contact Nancy. Her prices are quite affordable and her quality of work is...well, you've seen for yourself. It's amazing!!!<br /><br />Nancy, I thank you...and Miss Kirby thanks you.<div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/ROESe_Yxs2A/watercolor-kirby.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/03/watercolor-kirby.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-5305882394192225519Wed, 25 Mar 2009 13:09:00 +00002009-03-25T08:14:55.112-05:00Kirby has been immortalized!My cousin is an artistic genius, that's all I have to say. WOW!<br /><br />As family goes, I am lucky enough to be related to a great many talented people...and my cousin Nancy is no exception.<br /><br />I am on my way to work this morning, so I can not pause to do this topic the justice it deserves - but I will tonight. Let me just say that my cousin Nancy is a brilliantly talented watercolor artist in Florida. Before her, I had no idea that watercolor paintings could be so vibrant and beautiful. For me, watercolor was always synonymous with pastel and washed out. That is SO not true.<br /><br />Anyway, before I put my car in drive and head out to work for the day, I will tell y'all this: Nancy has just finished a painting of Kirby...and it is AWESOME. <br /><br />I can't wait to show it to y'all tonight. Kirby will be so proud. :-)<div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/l9Apiyx-KWA/kirby-has-been-immortalized.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/03/kirby-has-been-immortalized.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-373866044423091511Mon, 23 Mar 2009 12:53:00 +00002009-03-23T08:04:22.725-05:00Saints make GREAT lap dogs!Kevin and I had a great day at home together yesterday. We took Kirby to the dog park, we went to Home Depot and got a ton of plants for the yard, we spent time out in the sun together...planting and weeding.<br /><br />When we came in for the day, we had a very needy St. Bernard who was not at all happy that we went outside without her. Kevin thought it would be okay to turn Kirby into a lap dog...but it backfired on him. :-)<br /><br />As you watch this video, pay special attention to the segment at the end. Turn your speakers up, listen carefully..right after I tell Kirby to "say Hi" near the end of the video. You will hear a very non-dainty burp...and it didn't come from Kevin.<br /><br />He and I were both cracking up. LOL<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fPqbvlhkOc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fPqbvlhkOc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=3J1j*6rCXdQ&offerid=170445.10000098&type=4&subid=0"><IMG alt="PetSmart" border="0" src="http://affiliates.petsmart.com/images/banners/100108/125x125.gif"></a><IMG border="0" width="1" height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=3J1j*6rCXdQ&bids=170445.10000098&type=4&subid=0"><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/CQoTUZ-FTGw/saints-make-great-lap-dogs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/03/saints-make-great-lap-dogs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-8339981151051251555Thu, 19 Mar 2009 02:23:00 +00002009-04-07T08:02:29.038-05:00catcute dogdroolpuppyslobber bombSt BernardMy elbow...is wetEver since I got home, I've been working upstairs in our home office on a variety of tasks. Of course, I did spend the obligatory "Mommy, you're home!" time with Kirby and the kitties...that's a given. I'm not allowed to do <span style="font-style: italic;">anything</span> until I've handed out some ear rubs.<br /><br />I always feel guilty if I haven't gone downstairs after a few hours...because I know there are quite a few fur persons down there who would love constant attention. Tonight, however, I was so focused that I didn't stop working for quite a long time.<br /><br />I did eventually go downstairs to get a diet soda. When I went downstairs, I found a big 80 pound pile of fur on the couch. It opened an eye and I swear I heard Dr. Frankenstein chanting "It's ALIIIIVE!!!" LOL All I did was smile and the tail started wagging.<br /><br />I gave many many big hugs and muzzle kisses at that point. I refilled my glass, I checked on the kitties, etc. I had to come back upstairs, though, and get some more things done. Well, that's what I thought was going to happen.<br /><br />I went back to my computer and, before I knew it, <span style="font-style: italic;">thump thump thump.</span> Here comes Kirby up the stairs. :-) She was walking around up here, as she does sometimes, smelling everything like she's never smelled it before. All of a sudden, <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">SLURP!</span></span> My elbow is instantly covered in drool.<br /><br />I wiped it off, patted Kirby's head, at turned back to my computer.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">SLURP!!!</span></span><br /><br />Wet elbow again. The lesson here is...there is no denying this little girl when she wants more than a casual pat on the head. I turned my whole chair around and gave her a big hug and she just sort of...let her whole body slide down on my foot and then she gave up the belly. Message sent, message received. :-) I spent a good 15 minutes rubbing the square footage of her huge belly, scratching her head, rubbing her ears, shaking her paw, and giving her more hugs.<br /><br />Of course, she started a trend...and I ended up being required to rub a few cat bellies and hold a 17 pound crabby 'ol tabby too...but that's okay. For a while there I forgot who I really work for and I had to be humbled. :-) At least now everyone is happy...and my elbow is finally dry.<div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/BqrhkFDfazI/my-elbowis-wet.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-elbowis-wet.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-2068686748894643319Wed, 18 Mar 2009 04:49:00 +00002009-03-18T07:49:13.907-05:00attentioncute dogKirbylarge breed dogSt BernardAll hail the QueenI got home from work tonight and there was Kirby's face in the window...making sure I come in the house instead of running away. No matter what kind of crappy day I may have had, seeing that furry face in the window just makes me smile. I came in and we had our usual conversation. How was your day...did you lick any of the cats....were they nice to you about it...that kind of thing. All 3 of our cats have Kirby under their kitty mind control, by the way. It's a good thing, really. They're all quite a bit smaller than she is - especially Hemi, who has always been a tiny little girl and weighs in at 6 pounds. Kirby loves them all dearly - even Sarah, who is extremely anti-social to any dog and looks at Kirby with complete and utter <span style="font-style: italic;">disdain</span>. Kirby takes it all in stride, happy to be part of the group.<br /><br />Anyway, just after dinner Kirby was very angsty. Very hyper. She kept wanting to chew on toys that weren't meant for chewing. So I put my shoes on, grabbed my keys and stuff, and took Miss Kirby for a drive. I figured she needed something to chew on, so I took her to a local pet store. Not her favorite pet store, but her FAVORITE store is farther away and I wasn't up to it.<br /><br />There's always a traffic jam on the street leading to this pet store. It's a good 15 minute wait just to get through the light. Understand, I drive a Hyundai Accent. It's a little 4 door sedan. Kirby now takes up the entire back seat. When she sits up, her muzzle hangs above the head rest on the front seat and her forehead brushes against the ceiling. I'm sure it's quite a sight. I've been teased by the other doggy Moms and Dads at the dog park a lot about it, actually. It does look pretty funny. So we're stopped in traffic and Kirby stands up back there to get a better look at something and suddenly her tail is slapping me across the back of my head.<br /><br />I turn to look and there is a Cadillac Escalade full of women and teenagers waving at her and smiling at me. I rolled the window down and they asked me a bunch of questions about her. I asked them if they wanted to trade cars with me so that Kirby could have more room. :-) We were all laughing with each other. We've occassionally gotten strange looks from passersby before, but I've never had a car full of people do that before. It was quite an experience. And Kirby ate it all up. She loved it.<br /><br />I pulled the car into the pet store lot and took Kirby inside. I looked for a toy that she could really chew on, but I didn't find anything that either of us liked. I picked out some pig ears for her and we went to the checkout. As I'm walking up to the front of the store, a group of 4 teenagers comes in <span style="font-style: italic;">looking for us</span>. They had seen Kirby in the store and stopped, parked, and came in to meet her. They actually got down on the floor with her, so she had one at each end and one at each side. She got head rubs and belly rubs and toe rubs galore.<br /><br />Finally, we get to the registers. I'm talking to a customer and a pet store employee and I hear a big <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THUD</span></span>. Kirby has plopped her giant toes up on the "cookie bar" and is helping herself to the dog cookies. I give the command, "Kirby! Leave it!" and she gets right down, bless her soul. She may not always remember her manners but she does remember her training at puppy school. <br /><br />Of course, everyone laughed...including the pet store employees, who promptly asked if she could have a cookie and then started feeding them to her like gum drops. I told them to at least make her sit so that she had to do <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> to earn them. She continued to get visitors at the front counters. Anyone who came in to the store had to make a bee line for the furry cow with the big brown eyes. And she's just sitting there, wagging her tale, soaking up every minute of it.<br /><br />I realized...Kirby is like Brangelina, the Jonas Brothers, and that weird look'in kid from the Twilight movie...all rolled up into one. Anywhere we go with her, it's like she's a celebrity...and we're her staff. We're her entourage. Kirby gets the royal treatment wherever she goes. People stop to look at her, they pull over in some cases. :-) They go out of their way for the chance to touch her. They're in awe of her. It's amazing the attention she gets from people...it's like she's a queen. All hail Queen Kirby, ruler of the fur persons. I feel lucky to live in the shadow of her presence. :-)<br /><br />Right now, the Queen is resting in her royal living room...on the royal couch cushions, tired from her escapades this evening. If I go to the landing and look down, I can see a big tangly jumble of giant toes just hanging off the edge of the couch. And she's sleeping with her tongue out again. Like she's giving the whole world a raspberry. Such a life.<br /><br />All hail the Queen!<div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/YCvGuVBypow/all-hail-queen.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-hail-queen.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-2034617471417009930Tue, 17 Mar 2009 00:12:00 +00002009-03-18T07:30:27.240-05:00cutekidney beanslarge breed dogprocrastinationpuppySt BernardProcrastination is deadly to kidney beansI am not sure which level of civic authority I would surrender myself to for such a crime, but my prolonged procrastination has claimed the life of an innocent bag of kidney beans. Oh...the humanity. Given that there's no listing in the phone book for the N.A.P.L. (National Association for the Protection of Legumes), I'll just post my confession here and let internet justice reign supreme.<br /><br />Let me just go back a bit so my situation is completely understood before judgment is passed. I was home alone one night. Well...home alone with a very large, drooling dog...and a loaded .22....and....a loaded .44...and....well, just don't surprise me in the dark, okay?<br /><br />One night about two months ago, some weirdo shows up on my front porch and asks me if he can "come in and use the phone". Well, suffice to say that I was <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span></span> born yesterday and I <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">do</span></span> know better than to open the door for strangers. My Momma raised me right!<br /><br />He ended up getting persistent...and quite creepy. I called 9-1-1 on this idiot...and then I proceeded to go get my .44 and went back to the kitchen to finish making chili. God bless Texas!<br /><br />One of the things that bothered me days later, however, was that I caught him looking at me through the long narrow window next to our front door. There is a sheer white curtain that hangs in that window and I guess I never realized that anyone could just see right through it. Too bad he wasn't peeking in when Kevin was walking around the house in his favorite outfit: <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">socks.</span></span> Needless to say, I high-tailed my butt on down to Target that weekend and bought a new curtain panel for the window.<br /><br />Stores never have anything in stock for oddly sized windows like that, so I just bought one that I knew was wide enough and figured I'd make some adjustments to it. I have a sewing machine and an iron...I was a Girl Scout. I can figure this out.<br /><br />Well, it turns out that I conveniently forgot about the fact that I have a pretty busy life. And also that I procrastinate even the <span style="font-style: italic;">act</span> of procrastination. When it comes to putting off mundane household tasks, I am the <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">shizz</span></span>, baby.<br /><br />I hung the panel right away and it looks great with our decor. Awesome! Fabulous!! Inspired!!! I should have a job on HGTV. However...the curtain kept billowing out and away from the glass because it was too long for the window and had no pocket for the bottom rod to go through. This is the part that I'd been planning to fix. It was getting late on a Sunday and I had neither the patience nor the energy to make any adjustments to it. So I started hunting for something to use as a temporary fix to the problem.<br /><br />I found my salvation in a one pound bag of dry kidney beans that's been sitting in my pantry for about a year and a half. (Ever since I decided that a big jar of assorted dry beans would look very "country cute" on top of our kitchen cabinets...and it <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">does!</span></span><span><span>) </span></span> HGTV, is that you calling?<br /><br />I tucked the end of the panel up onto the little window sill at the base and slapped that bag of kidney beans right on top of it. Ta da!!! Problem solved. Kev, spark up the DVR and let's catch up on the 12 episodes of "HOUSE" we've been too unorganized to watch!<br /><br />For two months, I have conveniently had other things to do than to stop for a half hour and fix that damn curtain. But that bag of kidney beans has been doing a fabulous job on that little window sill. It has protected me and kept me safe from creepy people on my porch, neighbors walking their dogs, and the bunny that comes out of the greenbelt that eats our grass every morning. (I know he's watching me.) That bag of beans has been a damn good friend.<br /><br />Now we're caught up. Except for the last couple of days it has been raining like crazy here in Texas. The dog park is closed "until further notice". It's not a dog park right now...it's more like a mud farm. Yesterday I mentioned that Petsmart is Kirby's third place in the whole world. Well, the dog park is her <span style="font-style: italic;">second</span> favorite place.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Kirby is quite possibly the most lovable dog I've ever known. She's incredibly sweet. However, Miss Kirby does not take kindly to the idea of being ignored...or left alone for long periods of time. She knows our family routine. So tonight when I stayed late at work to finish a project and Kevin was not home, she got bored.<br /><br />Things have been super busy at work lately, so I was really looking forward to getting home. I was so happy when I pulled into my driveway. Imagine my surprise, then, when I opened my front door and found a kidney bean murder scene.<br /><br />That little bag of beans was no match for my 80 pound puppy. Let me just explain that when Kirby gets excited and starts playing with <span style="font-weight: bold;">force</span>, she shakes her head back and forth with the fury of a wolf killing its prey. There were kidney beans EVERYWHERE. Everywhere I looked...little kidney bean corpses. And right in the middle...a very ripped up, drool covered plastic bag. Oh, Kirby...<br /><br />There were beans strewn all across the floor...on the chair...all across the sofa...in the built in bookcase...<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">in the freak'in FIREPLACE!!!</span></span> Everywhere. Beans everywhere. And there's Kirby in the middle of it all, wagging her tail enthusiastically in that demented helicopter pattern that makes Kevin and me laugh so hard. She looked as surprised as I did.<br /><br />As I picked up the ten thousand dead beans and put them in their final resting place in my trash can, I used the appropriate scolding "mommy voice" as I explained to her how naughty it was to be throwing beans around the house. I doubt she heard me, however, since she was already stretched out on our couch...snoring. Loudly. All was right in her world. Mommy was home.<br /><br />And as I finish this latest blog entry, I'm not certain of any real purpose (other than my confession) that I have in telling this story other than my noble effort to caution any of you from making the same mistake as me. This could have happened to anyone, right? Right. So...the next time you think about using a one pound bag of beans to keep a curtain in place so creepy burglar types can't molest you with their eyes, ask yourself this one question: do I have an 80 pound, drooling bean killer nearby?<br /><br />Save yourself the guilt. 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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/d4mVAjWRmVg/procrastination-is-deadly-to-kidney.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)5http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastination-is-deadly-to-kidney.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-1716230218260641192Mon, 16 Mar 2009 00:05:00 +00002009-03-18T07:29:39.819-05:00cute dogdog parkKirbylarge breed dogPetsmartSt BernardDENIED! The dog park is closed!!Oh, woe is me. And Kirby.<br /><br />The dog park is closed due to excessive mud, etc. from all the rain.<br /><br />At least Kevin and I took Kirby to Petsmart. Petsmart is her THIRD favorite place in the whole world, first being home with her family (optimally, sandwiched between me and Kevin like an 80 pound wedge) and second being the dog park. We took her to Petsmart to get a new nail clipper and it actually took us an hour to get back out. She was quite a big hit with all the people who were shopping.<br /><br />This is no surprise to us, actually. Kirby went to Puppy School at Petsmart. She is always full of joy, that's just how she is...but when we go to Petsmart it's like she KNOWS she's a superstar. LOL. She walks a little taller, she struts a little struttier...she's <span style="font-style: italic;">work'in it!</span> Believe it or not, this blog is <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> an advertisement for Petsmart. I write this blog to describe the super fabulous life of the biggest, most lovable bear I've ever known: Kirby. But as it so happens today, Petsmart is part of Kirby's story.<br /><br />Of course, we saw her puppy school trainer, Renee, while we were there. I knew she was near before I saw her...because I saw Kirby's tail go crazy and I watched her lunge for Renee with 80 pounds of puppy enthusiasm. Kirby always lights up and goes ballistic as soon as she sees Renee. She looooves Renee.<br /><br />Kirby soaked up tons of love, attention, and treats from many shoppers at Petsmart today...including a little boy who couldn't stop hugging her. When we first met him, he was afraid to put his hand too close to her mouth with a treat...and when he left, he was putting his little hand INSIDE her mouth. LOL. He'd figured out she's nothing but a giant love bear. I feel so bad for his parents. I bet they are STILL hearing about how he wants a big dog.<br /><br />Kirby also got her picture taken with a little boy, who's parents were so impressed by her size and cuteness that they had to have a picture of their son with her. We were all laughing. She posed like the ginormous princess that she is. :-) Big, sloppy doggy smile on her face.<br /><br />When we got home, we did some gardening in the front yard and took her out there with us. She got some "belly in the grass" time...then I took her in and brushed her....and started on housework. Right now, she's passed out up against the back of our front door. Belly up, legs falling all over, happy sleepy smile on her face. She's tired from all the attention and will probably sleep until the smells of dinnertime wake her up.<br /><br />Oh, to be a dog. What a life. :-)<br /><br /><a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=3J1j*6rCXdQ&amp;offerid=170445.10000029&amp;type=4&amp;subid=0"><img alt="PetSmart" src="http://affiliates.petsmart.com/images/logo234x60.gif" border="0" /></a><img src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=3J1j*6rCXdQ&amp;bids=170445.10000029&amp;type=4&amp;subid=0" border="0" width="1" height="1" /><div class="feedflare">
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</div>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DivineDrool/~3/4otjSx9OPK4/denied-dog-park-is-closed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (The Hot Mess Princess)0http://divinedrool.blogspot.com/2009/03/denied-dog-park-is-closed.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267034369050985961.post-1639578872463238813Sun, 15 Mar 2009 02:30:00 +00002009-03-18T07:28:50.630-05:00cute dogdog parklarge breed dogmudpuppySt BernardRain, rain, go away...for Kirby's sake!I'm sure in the years to come, this phase will lessen considerably - but Kirby is ready to bounce through the walls this weekend...and I can't say I blame her. We've had quite a nice bit of rain lately here in north Texas. That's a wonderful thing, actually. We really needed it. But for someone like Miss Kirby, who pretty much lays around on the couch all day and looks forward to her daily trips to the dog park...well, it's disastrous.<br /><br />Imagine, if you will, an 80 pound freight train of pent up puppy energy. Can you? :-) Come on over and stay with us for a while. LOL. Kirby is so eager to get out and "blow the stink off", as my mother would say, that it just broke my heart this morning when I grabbed my keys and saw that eager, expectant look on her face. She was certain that I was going to pick up her leash when I put my jacket on. She knew this was it...this was the moment she was going to get to go for a ride in the car. Instead, I closed the door behind me as I stepped out onto the porch and tried to ignore that huge furry face that watched me from the window. Oh, how I wished I could have taken her with me.<br /><br />This weekend, Kevin and I are pretty much at the mercy of this rather large, energetic cow who has stolen our hearts. Since the dog park has been nothing but a rainy, mud pool of goo for the last several days, we're tripling up on the fetch time, the tug o' war time, and of course...belly rub time. It takes a lot to rub that belly. It's bigger than my first car.<br /><br />She doesn't know it right now, as she walks around our office with a giant stuffed cow in her mouth, but she's going to the dog park tomorrow. The rain has stopped and even if the park is a little muddy tomorrow...that's why we have a shower. :) How do you wash an 80 pound cow/puppy? Put her in the shower with Daddy while Mommy holds the door closed. LOL.<br /><br />Even if we have completely misjudged the dog park situation and she ends up being covered head to toes in mud, I can't wait another day to see that happy, dopey smile on her face as she runs free with all her doggy friends. Head held high, eyes bright &amp; shiny, tongue hanging out sideways...it's something to see. If she's not chasing or being chased, she's wrestling, drinking ten gallons of water, or getting belly rubs from one of the other doggy parents.<br /><br />When the Texas summer comes again, I'm not looking forward to having to limit her trips to the dog park. No doubt, air conditioned doggy day care at Petsmart will happen a lot more frequently. Saint Bernards don't handle the heat well at all. But for now, the air is crisp and sweet...spring is almost here...and Kirby has time to romp in the woods at the dog park again.<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.tkqlhce.com/55108o95vxz185yzBKORRLMUS?target=_top&amp;mouseover=Y"></script><div class="feedflare">
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